Ficapalooza: Fic 2
Written for one of xebgoc's requests (if there were multiple requests, I generally picked only one of them). This is rated M, and was beta'd by chicklet73.
A xebgocThing
“Peter.” Rose breathed his name against his lips, arching against him. He silenced her, deepening their kiss, his hands sliding against her bare skin.
She moved, placing tiny kisses across his skin, along his jaw; she paused when she reached his ear, her hands flexing briefly against his back. “I want to show you.” She breathed the words against his skin, chills radiating from the sensation.
“Show me what, Rose?” He turned, kissing her neck, his body thrumming in anticipation of making love to her.
“What I like.” She kissed his earlobe, then moved to slowly disentangle herself from his embrace. She took a step back, her hand sliding down to his, moving to guide him to the bed.
His mouth went dry.
“You…what?” His heart was rocketing along, his nerves humming; if she meant what he thought she meant…
“What I like.” She gave him a slow smile, her eyes flashing as she watched him, watched his reaction.
He was unable to offer a reply, instead following her over to the bed. She turned, releasing his hand so she could fold back the red duvet; he remained rooted the spot, unable to do more than simply stare.
She faced him once more, reaching for his hands, holding them loosely in her own. “I…I love how you make me feel. But…I want to show you. What I like.” She held his gaze brazenly, licking her lips when she saw his part slightly.
“Ok,” he whispered. She settled onto his bed, scooting over to the side she slept on; he was unsure of where to sit, and so settled beside her.
She reached up, pulling him to her, kissing him; his hand drifted to her cheek, his thumb gently brushing across the apple before sliding down to her breast.
Rose pulled back, her hand moving his aside. “Like this,” she whispered, holding his gaze as she began to tease herself. He watched as her fingers rolled the taut nipple, pinching every now and again; as she brushed her fingernails across the sensitive flesh. She was biting her lip, watching him; he leaned forward, his tongue interrupting her. Her hand fell away, and he began to suckle, pulling the warm taut flesh in between his lips, his tongue flicking at it before releasing her with a wet pop.
He raised his eyes to hers. “Like that?” he asked, his voice low.
“No. Watch.” She moved her hand to her other breast, again teasing herself; he watched once more, entranced.
He was finding it impossible to simply watch; and leaned forward, intent on becoming involved.
“Later, Peter.” Rose stopped, her hand moving away from her breast, sliding across her stomach.
He licked his lips, his eyes flicking to hers briefly before returning to follow the course of her hand, downwards, past her belly button, sliding towards the dark thatch of hair below.
“Peter,” she whispered, drawing his eyes back to hers. “I love it when you touch me,” She held his gaze as her fingers dipped to the join of her thighs. Her eyes fluttered shut as she shifted, her legs moving apart; she rolled her shoulders forward, her hand sliding through her folds to her opening. “And I love it when you’re in me.” She dipped a finger, adding a second one, straining to push as far into herself as she could.
Peter felt his breath coming in short gasps, his body practically humming as he watched Rose pleasure herself.
“Then back out…” Rose’s voice was breathy, full of tension; she slid her hand upwards once more, finding her clit and rubbing it. “Love the feeling,” she said, almost to herself. She set up a slow rhythm, her right hand sliding through the slickness between her legs, teasing her clit or delving deep into her, trying to mimic what it felt like to have Peter doing it; her left hand teasing first one breast, then the other. He watched as she increased the pace, as her lips parted and her eyes briefly scrunched in concentration.
His fingers twitched, desperate to get involved, to coax moans and sighs out of her instead of simply watching.
Rose opened her eyes, watching Peter as he watched her drive herself towards completion. “This is what I do when you’re not there,” she ground out, holding his gaze as she climaxed, her motions growing erratic.
Peter leaned forward, his mouth caressing her breast as his hand found hers and continued to gently stroke her, prolonging her orgasm. Her hands buried themselves in his hair as her body arched; and she finally gently tugged, pulling him away as the sensation waned.
There was a hint of vulnerability to her expression as he met her eye-a touch of embarrassment, perhaps, that she’d shared that with him. He leaned down for a chaste kiss.
“Well. That’s good to know,” he whispered, pulling back so he could see her again.
“’s true,” she whispered in reply.
He gave her a slow smile, the corners of his mouth just curving; her eyes darkened anew. “Quid pro quo,” he murmured, leaning forward, his lips brushing against her cheek; he reached an arm around her, and pulled her with him as he rolled onto his back.
Rose raised herself onto her elbow, her lips quirking as she met his gaze. “Oh?”
He brushed his knuckles against her cheek, before drifting the hand to his stomach. “I think you should know what I think of, when I’m alone.”
Her eyes sparked with interest, shifting from his face to where his hand was currently resting. “’s that so?”
“Yes.” His fingers followed the trail of hair leading from his belly button towards his penis; the gentle touch causing chills to radiate through him. “Because I think of you all the time, Rose.”
He was already hard-had been since before Rose started her teasing demonstration-and he let out a soft sigh of relief as his hand found his erection and gently encircled it. “I imagine that you do this, Rose.” He slowly stroked upwards, his thumb finding the moisture and rubbing the tip.
Rose licked her lips, her eyes riveted to where he was stroking himself.
“I remember what it’s like to watch you.” He stroked downwards, the meat of his fist slamming into the base of his erection, causing him to groan involuntarily. Rose’s gaze flicked to his, briefly, before returning to watching his hand. He stroked upwards again, repeating his actions, setting up a slow and steady rhythm.
“And then…” he squeezed, his hips nearly arching off the bed at the sensation, causing his rhythm to briefly hitch before continuing. “I imagine I’m buried in you.” His breath was coming in gasps now-he was so close. “I can feel you coming around me, see you above me…” He squeezed, focusing on the sensation, of imagining that Rose was clenching around him; he was stroking up and down rapidly now, so close to his own orgasm.
He gave a few short, fierce strokes upwards, feeling the orgasm begin to wash through him; his eyes slammed shut, and he bit his lip as he concentrated on the sensation.
He groaned when he felt Rose’s mouth close around him, her tongue teasing him. She sucked gently, her hand wrapping around his, and he released into her with a strangled cry. His hand fell away, and hers wrapped around his sensitive flesh, pumping him the few final strokes as he emptied himself.
He opened his eyes, glancing down across his chest; Rose was gazing up at him, her lips still encircling him. She flicked her tongue over his tip one last time then released him, a self-satisfied smirk crossing her lips.
She crawled up his body, the stiff points of her breasts brushing against his chest before she straddled him. “’s good to know, Peter,” she whispered, leaning forward, her tongue delicately tracing the shell of his ear.
He turned, capturing her mouth, savouring the taste of himself on her lips. She rocked against him, trying to find release again; he moved, rolling them so she was underneath him once more.
“Let me see what I’ve learned,” he said through their kiss, his hand sliding between her legs.
She smiled against his lips. “I think that’s an excellent idea,” she murmured, before kissing him fiercely.
A xebgocThing
“Peter.” Rose breathed his name against his lips, arching against him. He silenced her, deepening their kiss, his hands sliding against her bare skin.
She moved, placing tiny kisses across his skin, along his jaw; she paused when she reached his ear, her hands flexing briefly against his back. “I want to show you.” She breathed the words against his skin, chills radiating from the sensation.
“Show me what, Rose?” He turned, kissing her neck, his body thrumming in anticipation of making love to her.
“What I like.” She kissed his earlobe, then moved to slowly disentangle herself from his embrace. She took a step back, her hand sliding down to his, moving to guide him to the bed.
His mouth went dry.
“You…what?” His heart was rocketing along, his nerves humming; if she meant what he thought she meant…
“What I like.” She gave him a slow smile, her eyes flashing as she watched him, watched his reaction.
He was unable to offer a reply, instead following her over to the bed. She turned, releasing his hand so she could fold back the red duvet; he remained rooted the spot, unable to do more than simply stare.
She faced him once more, reaching for his hands, holding them loosely in her own. “I…I love how you make me feel. But…I want to show you. What I like.” She held his gaze brazenly, licking her lips when she saw his part slightly.
“Ok,” he whispered. She settled onto his bed, scooting over to the side she slept on; he was unsure of where to sit, and so settled beside her.
She reached up, pulling him to her, kissing him; his hand drifted to her cheek, his thumb gently brushing across the apple before sliding down to her breast.
Rose pulled back, her hand moving his aside. “Like this,” she whispered, holding his gaze as she began to tease herself. He watched as her fingers rolled the taut nipple, pinching every now and again; as she brushed her fingernails across the sensitive flesh. She was biting her lip, watching him; he leaned forward, his tongue interrupting her. Her hand fell away, and he began to suckle, pulling the warm taut flesh in between his lips, his tongue flicking at it before releasing her with a wet pop.
He raised his eyes to hers. “Like that?” he asked, his voice low.
“No. Watch.” She moved her hand to her other breast, again teasing herself; he watched once more, entranced.
He was finding it impossible to simply watch; and leaned forward, intent on becoming involved.
“Later, Peter.” Rose stopped, her hand moving away from her breast, sliding across her stomach.
He licked his lips, his eyes flicking to hers briefly before returning to follow the course of her hand, downwards, past her belly button, sliding towards the dark thatch of hair below.
“Peter,” she whispered, drawing his eyes back to hers. “I love it when you touch me,” She held his gaze as her fingers dipped to the join of her thighs. Her eyes fluttered shut as she shifted, her legs moving apart; she rolled her shoulders forward, her hand sliding through her folds to her opening. “And I love it when you’re in me.” She dipped a finger, adding a second one, straining to push as far into herself as she could.
Peter felt his breath coming in short gasps, his body practically humming as he watched Rose pleasure herself.
“Then back out…” Rose’s voice was breathy, full of tension; she slid her hand upwards once more, finding her clit and rubbing it. “Love the feeling,” she said, almost to herself. She set up a slow rhythm, her right hand sliding through the slickness between her legs, teasing her clit or delving deep into her, trying to mimic what it felt like to have Peter doing it; her left hand teasing first one breast, then the other. He watched as she increased the pace, as her lips parted and her eyes briefly scrunched in concentration.
His fingers twitched, desperate to get involved, to coax moans and sighs out of her instead of simply watching.
Rose opened her eyes, watching Peter as he watched her drive herself towards completion. “This is what I do when you’re not there,” she ground out, holding his gaze as she climaxed, her motions growing erratic.
Peter leaned forward, his mouth caressing her breast as his hand found hers and continued to gently stroke her, prolonging her orgasm. Her hands buried themselves in his hair as her body arched; and she finally gently tugged, pulling him away as the sensation waned.
There was a hint of vulnerability to her expression as he met her eye-a touch of embarrassment, perhaps, that she’d shared that with him. He leaned down for a chaste kiss.
“Well. That’s good to know,” he whispered, pulling back so he could see her again.
“’s true,” she whispered in reply.
He gave her a slow smile, the corners of his mouth just curving; her eyes darkened anew. “Quid pro quo,” he murmured, leaning forward, his lips brushing against her cheek; he reached an arm around her, and pulled her with him as he rolled onto his back.
Rose raised herself onto her elbow, her lips quirking as she met his gaze. “Oh?”
He brushed his knuckles against her cheek, before drifting the hand to his stomach. “I think you should know what I think of, when I’m alone.”
Her eyes sparked with interest, shifting from his face to where his hand was currently resting. “’s that so?”
“Yes.” His fingers followed the trail of hair leading from his belly button towards his penis; the gentle touch causing chills to radiate through him. “Because I think of you all the time, Rose.”
He was already hard-had been since before Rose started her teasing demonstration-and he let out a soft sigh of relief as his hand found his erection and gently encircled it. “I imagine that you do this, Rose.” He slowly stroked upwards, his thumb finding the moisture and rubbing the tip.
Rose licked her lips, her eyes riveted to where he was stroking himself.
“I remember what it’s like to watch you.” He stroked downwards, the meat of his fist slamming into the base of his erection, causing him to groan involuntarily. Rose’s gaze flicked to his, briefly, before returning to watching his hand. He stroked upwards again, repeating his actions, setting up a slow and steady rhythm.
“And then…” he squeezed, his hips nearly arching off the bed at the sensation, causing his rhythm to briefly hitch before continuing. “I imagine I’m buried in you.” His breath was coming in gasps now-he was so close. “I can feel you coming around me, see you above me…” He squeezed, focusing on the sensation, of imagining that Rose was clenching around him; he was stroking up and down rapidly now, so close to his own orgasm.
He gave a few short, fierce strokes upwards, feeling the orgasm begin to wash through him; his eyes slammed shut, and he bit his lip as he concentrated on the sensation.
He groaned when he felt Rose’s mouth close around him, her tongue teasing him. She sucked gently, her hand wrapping around his, and he released into her with a strangled cry. His hand fell away, and hers wrapped around his sensitive flesh, pumping him the few final strokes as he emptied himself.
He opened his eyes, glancing down across his chest; Rose was gazing up at him, her lips still encircling him. She flicked her tongue over his tip one last time then released him, a self-satisfied smirk crossing her lips.
She crawled up his body, the stiff points of her breasts brushing against his chest before she straddled him. “’s good to know, Peter,” she whispered, leaning forward, her tongue delicately tracing the shell of his ear.
He turned, capturing her mouth, savouring the taste of himself on her lips. She rocked against him, trying to find release again; he moved, rolling them so she was underneath him once more.
“Let me see what I’ve learned,” he said through their kiss, his hand sliding between her legs.
She smiled against his lips. “I think that’s an excellent idea,” she murmured, before kissing him fiercely.